August's hand tightened on the sword's hilt as he met Floozk's gaze. "It was agreed upon by this gentleman here," he replied, nodding slightly toward Henry. "I don't think we need to complicate things."
Floozk chuckled as his gaze flicked to Henry with a faint look of disdain. "Oh, I specialize in complications, Aleman. And when I want something, I don't care who stands in the way." He looked back at August while speaking with a tone that carried a warning. "I've come to acquire that sword, one way or another."
The color drained from Henry's face as Floozk's words resounded in his ears. It was clear he didn't want any part of a confrontation with someone like Floozk, and he glanced anxiously at August, as though silently asking him to reconsider.
But August's gaze remained steady. "We already had a deal. I'm not interested in renegotiating."
Once again begging for votes.